Defend Dade lyrics

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Defend Dade lyrics

Posted on April 27, 2013

Khaled check this out rightI know we global now, world wide 305But I see that they are trying to bring down the movementI’m telling everybody in the crib they can bet on meOne time, new Diaz (that’s right)

Put your money where your mouth is, bet on me. [x4]

Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouthI’m the guard of my city, can’t knock me down likeYeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah(Don’t talk about it, be about it HEY)Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah(Don’t talk about it, be about it HEY)Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouthI’m the guard of my city, can’t knock me down likeYeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah(Don’t talk about it, be about it HEY)You’re back won’t last with checks you can’t cash

Keep disrespectin’, in the the everglades they’ll find yaI’m not from San Fransisco, but the chopper of forty-ninyaI grew up listenin to Lou, and… and… and pumpin TrickThem boys done open doors, so respect is owedI got love for Rick, and congrats you made itI was a fan from the mix tape you sold me at Foxy LadiesI seen them trying to bring you down, but fuck that dog you one of the greatest!Khaled mix 96er, but even back then though you had hatersI remember the Temple at Oynx, I was too drunk to get inI was still outsider selling Chronic you know gettin it inI remember Ump beating the rape mistrial, celebrating the winYa’ll can try to stop Miami but this shit will never end

Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouthI’m the guard of my city, can’t knock me down likeYeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah(Don’t talk about it, be about it HEY)Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah(Don’t talk about it, be about it HEY)Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouthI’m the guard of my city, can’t knock me down likeYeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah(Don’t talk about it, be about it HEY)You’re backs won’t last with checks you can’t cash

One time TS, two times Fat JoeI remember them boys in Wynnwood hood stack shortI remember them Cash Money Boys in Little Haiti, all running with zozsBanana Azuri, soft drop top that’s fo shoFlo Rida, Groundhogs always show love beforeDammit been paying dues, now it’s my time to blowEven when 50 come through, he don’t roll no less than 50 zozs!Cause they will push your shit back, way back to trues and vowsMy dog Noseshaker, come through the block on something cleanSounding like an earthquake, he is what these dope boys dreamHit a lick, flip a brick, snatch a Brinks truckThat’s them Miami boys don’t get it mixed up

Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouthI’m the guard of my city, can’t knock me down likeYeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah(Don’t talk about it, be about it HEY)Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah(Don’t talk about it, be about it HEY)Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouthI’m the guard of my city, can’t knock me down likeYeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah(Don’t talk about it, be about it HEY)You’re backs won’t last with checks you can’t cash

I’m Mr. 305, I’m a part of Miami’s HeatI grew up in all types of neighborhoods, I am Miami’s streetLow key and stay quiet, that’s how these chicos in Miami eatI love it when these boys come from out of town and thinking Miamis sweetAll of them down looking for pussy, trying to Miami skeetThat’s when they run up in they hotel room and give them a Miami treatWhen the choppers start a raining, it’s hard to stop a Miami leakThat’s what they get for thinking Miamis just Miami Beach

Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouthI’m the guard of my city, can’t knock me down likeYeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah(Don’t talk about it, be about it HEY!)Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah(Don’t talk about it, be about it HEY!)Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouthI’m the guard of my city, can’t knock me down likeYeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah(Don’t talk about it, be about it HEY!)You’re backs won’t last with checks you can’t cash

Hah, You know how this ain’t a neighborhood right?Don’t let your mouth write a check your ass can’t cash Ha ha haIf the moneys on the wood, it’s all goodBut if the moneys out of sight it going to be a fightAnd the last thing you want is a fight with the 305, ha ha ha